Lyrical Breakdown of Galactic Love - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Galactic Love" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Action Bronson weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Galactic Love" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Action Bronson employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Action Bronson's narrative.

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Do me a favor, with that, light the candle. Is that the Hawaiian Rayman? Aight I get the same one every single time, I don't understand this At the piano with a glass of pino All red silk like I'm nino Custom made shit, I weight 140 kilos Sneeze on 100G's, hoes on their knees blow from Montego The way my hair look you swear my name was Rodrigo Lay low, if you can't do it then just say no If you ain't built to play this game then you get halo'd I put a lot of fiends in k-holes Hello Hi What's up mama? I just watched *boing* before How do you feel about it? They ain't you baby hahaha, you're better than all these shit heads I'm just a bastard with a bad habit Bad back in a black Volkswagen Rabbit Shit I gotta have it Black magic woman put a spell on me Fuck around and win a spelling bee I could walk under ladders, still won the lotto Ten minutes flat, built a boat in a bottle Roy Rodgers baffle, sniffin' coke with a model Told her to Google me, shit I might paint the Cougar green All this lechuga in my jeans I still see Freddy Kruger in my dreams Ain't nothin' moving but the cream Shit, know I do it for team I just wanna hear em announce your name, that's all I care about How's your knee? My knee is... It's not bad these past few days You been alright? That's all I care about Took a meeting up at Paramount Type casts' a romantic lead I'm classically trained for drug dealing But I wasn't good at drug dealing So I flipped shit, rug, ceiling Dry water, five daughters all stood 5'4" Or got 5 quarters for the store Fuck knows what I'm saying anymore mane, my mind is shot, been working so motherfuckin' hard. So I'm bout to light this motherfuckin' dab up. Til the next time, peace